Frank waited until everyone was cleaned up and ready before tapping the screen.
[Skip Turn]
“Guess I’m safe then...” He noted, picking up the bowl of chips to snack on until his next turn came around.
“Lucky you...” Beth replied as her finger met the game pad.
[Your pussy and mouth switch places]
Before she could even process the words, her mouth clamped shut and her throat began to close. As her anatomy changed, she panicked. In one awkward maneuver she managed to get to her feet while sending the table toppling over. The group was spared from flying chips, but salsa splattered against the floor while the pitcher of tea toppled onto Abby’s groin. Her clit dick shriveled from the sudden icy shock. Jeff managed to catch a stack of plastic cups but none of them were able to stop the game as it flew off the table.
In the seconds it took for everything to fly, Beth’s mouth had reopened. She took a deep breath and felt air rushing into her lungs through the opening in her groin. On her face was a familiar slit with Jeff’s cum still glistening at the opening.
While the other players scrambled to assess the situation, Beth began to cry. Abby started to unroll some paper towels to soak up the mess in her lap before handing the roll to Jeff, who did his best to clean up the salsa. Frank was still a bit dumbfounded by Beth’s reaction and silently stared at the situation with a bowl in one hand and a chip in the other...
“Beth, what the hell was that for?” Jeff yelled as he tossed some soaked paper towels into the half empty pitcher.
She apologized between sobs.
“Frank... Can you give me a hand here?” Jeff asked.
“Uh... Sure...” He stuttered as he set the bowl aside.
Abby removed as much tea as she could, then went to console Beth. She was annoyed, but knew that she didn’t knock over the table on purpose. Beth eventually composed herself and added another round of apologies for good measure. She did her best to ignore her freakish body and helped Abby put the table back up.
Both guys were having a hard time keeping their eyes off of her pussy, though she really couldn’t blame them. At that point, it wasn’t much different than looking at her nose or eyes. On the up side, people were less likely to notice her third boob.
Frank and Jeff were still barred from the kitchen by some invisible wall, but were able to discard the trash and salsa-tea mix in the bathroom. It seemed to be the only other room within the game’s range.
When they got back, Abby left to wring out her wet pants. Frank reached down and lifted the device from the floor...